Australia, to the rest of the world, is just far away, and Australia in the Thirties was the faraway of the faraway.
When I was growing up you would see big American films that really mythologised their landscape, that really showed the vastness and the drama of their country.
The party is a true art form in Sydney and people practise it a great deal. You can really get quite lost in it.
Sydney in general is eclectic. You can be on that brilliant blue ocean walk in the morning and then within 20 minutes you can be in a completely vast suburban sprawl or an Italian or Asian suburb, and it's that mix of people, it's that melting pot of people that give it its vital personality.
Ultimately, you have to pursue your own path, not someone's idea of the right path. You need to stay on your path.
One of the great things about Sydney is that it has a great acceptance of everyone and everything. It's an incredibly tolerant city, a city with a huge multicultural basis.
